Life takes its toll on you. As Dolly Parton said in "Steel Magnolias," "Time marches on, and eventually you realize it is marching across your face." After a particularly grueling yet immensely fun long weekend where I spent roughly 15 hours driving, 7 of them after 2 hours of sleep, I managed to escape to the bathroom for a few minutes of respite, where I leaned into the mirror expecting to see long, craggy lines in my bleary, makeup-smeared face. A sleepless night can usually be evidenced by dark circles, furrowed brows, frowny mouths. Which is why I try to get as much sleep as humanly possible while still staying fully functional and productive. Well, as much as I tend to be.